I am a primitive

It took about half a month for everyone in the Qingque tribe to complete this defense system.

The sticks stood here one after another, as if an extra green belt had been created out of thin air, but such a green belt was the kind with blood.

These tree sticks are not densely nailed, the distance between each row is about forty centimeters, and the distance between the same row is also forty centimeters.

There is no need to worry that the attacking tribes will go straight through the [-] cm gap, because these wooden sticks are nailed for defense, not like planting trees. Centimeter-wide channels simply don't exist.

Each stick in the second column is almost nailed to the middle position after the translation of the two sticks in the first column, and the sticks in the third column are nailed to the south side after the translation of the two sticks in the second column...

In this way, these gaps will be divided into very small ones, and it is simply impossible to drive straight into them.

Everyone looked at the defensive belt led by the Son of God and built by them, with smiles on their faces, because they felt at ease from it.

Just when everyone thought that this was a great success, the Son of God gave new instructions for this defensive belt, that is, to let the tribesmen collect tough rattan. Similar to the one used to build defenses against wild boars and sabre-toothed cats.

When collecting vines, if you encounter the kind of thorny thorns, you should try your best to get them back.

The collected canes were wound around the sticks nailed there one by one and used as ropes.

Use these sticks as fulcrums to make a tripping rope.

The thorns brought back were placed on the periphery and inside of the defense array wrapped with rattan.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe looked at the things they made with their own hands under the guidance of the Son of God, and suddenly felt sorry for those who would come to attack their tribe in the future...

Han Dashenzi was still a little dissatisfied, and expressed deep regret that he did not find the saponin tree.

It's not for washing hair and clothes with saponins, but because of the big thorns on the saponins tree.

Get off the wooden thorn and throw it here, for the primitive people whose shoes are extremely simple, it is not very easy to use.

Han Cheng had personally experienced the power of saponin thorns when he was a child.

At that time, he was about four or five years old, and he ran around without shoes in the summer, and then once stepped on a fallen saponin thorn.

Han Cheng still remembers the sour taste. At that time, he pulled it out with his hands twice but failed to pull it out. It was an adult next to him who moved his hand...

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe doesn't know what their god son thinks. If they know, their admiration for their god son will be even more eloquent.

For those who may come to attack their tribe, they are more sympathetic and pitiful.

After doing this, winter has come completely.

One night, the cold wind with a whistle blowing the withered grass, the temperature dropped suddenly, but the people of the Qingque tribe didn't feel how cold it was. Because of the kang in their room, this winter was extraordinarily warm compared to other winters .

Wrapped in a thick fur, the witch walked out from the east room, opened the door and went outside, exhaling white air and shivering violently.

The outside and the inside of the house are two different worlds!

If it wasn't for the last batch of rabbits that needed to be executed today, Wu would want to turn around and return to the warm kang.

Wu stood there looking at the side of the house, looking at the chimneys that were thick at the bottom and thin at the top, emitting wisps of smoke, with a smile on his face.

Han Cheng also got up, also wrapped in thick animal skins, and on his head was wearing the original version of the hat, covering the whole head, two ears and half of the face, standing aside to watch Wu Na Hit the rabbit with a small stick.

At this time, the witch's hands and feet were unbelievably nimble, one stick at a time, and his movements were like flowing water. In a short time, a bunch of rabbits were thrown at his feet.

The people of the Qingque tribe are always so passionate about food, and this kind of enthusiasm cannot be stifled even by the harsh cold. The senior brother and the others were spouting white gas while they were still hot, pawing at the rabbit skin, laughing and laughing.

If you have good technology, you can peel off a 'tube skin'. After this kind of cylindrical rabbit skin is tanned, it only needs a little modification, and it will be a very good sock or glove, which is stronger and more durable than the one sewn with rope. Comfort is a rare good thing.

There are many people, and the work is fast. After nearly a hundred rabbits have been processed, the sun is still a long way from the south. Han Cheng saw that it was still early, so he called Hei Wa and a few people, and walked out of the courtyard, not far away. go.

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Heiwa and the others didn't know what Shenzi wanted to do, but they all followed out enthusiastically, because usually under such circumstances, Shenzi could perform new miracles.

The winter here is colder than the place where Han Cheng's descendants live. Although the sun has already come out at this time, the temperature has not risen much. Several people walked out of the Qingque tribe, and white air was blowing out of the air, like one by one. monster.

Han Cheng first asked someone to dig a rectangular hole here with a bone shovel.

The pit does not need to be too deep, just [-] centimeters deep.

Although the weather was cold, because there had been no rain or snow during this period of time, the ground wasn't very frozen. Digging with a bone shovel was still possible, but your hands were a little cold.

Exercise keeps people warm. After digging a shallow pit about one meter long and half a meter wide, the people who participated in the digging were already sweating.

Everyone speculated in their minds about the intention of the Son of God digging a hole here.

Is it necessary to arrange another defense here?

Seeing that it is not too far away from the defensive belt made of sticks, thorns, and rattan, I think it is very likely to be the case.

But everyone's thoughts quickly disappeared, because the hole was too narrow, and it only took a little effort to step over it, and it was useless to block the enemy.

After the hole was dug, Han Cheng was about to let people continue to the next step, but he heard someone in the tribe shouting for dinner.

It is the creed of foodies to eat the most in the world, especially in such a cold season, drinking a bowl of hot soup will make people feel refreshed.

Han Cheng immediately stopped his work and returned to the tribe for dinner with everyone.

A batch of rabbits were dealt with in the morning, so the lunch of this day is naturally mainly rabbits.

After eating a bowl of steaming rabbit soup, all the chills were dispelled, and my body was warm. I was holding a roasted golden rabbit leg, biting and chewing slowly, not to mention how comfortable it was.

After lunch, Han Cheng filled half of the charcoal left over from cooking in an earthen jar, and led the people out of the cave that was used as a storage room and dining hall, and walked outside the tribe.

This time there were more people following, besides Heiwa who dug the pit in the morning, Wu who had had enough of knocking rabbits also followed, and those children who were jumping and not afraid of the cold.

The iron head, the wood, and the balloon came out to look at it for a while, then turned and went east.

Under their armpits, they carried stone scythes and ropes with hooks for binding things.

This kind of rope is most convenient for tying things. Pull up the two ends of the rope that was placed on the ground in advance, wrap it around the firewood, rapeseed or other things placed on it, and then put the end without the wooden hook to the wooden hook. Just hang it up and pull it hard in the opposite direction.

Iron Head and the others climbed up the hill where the cave was located, took out the rope and stretched it out on the ground, and then began to cut with the stone sickle.

What they harvest is thatch that has been completely dried.

Before tiles were not safe and popular, thatch had always been a very useful grass. This year this piece of thatch grew very well, and Han Cheng was naturally reluctant to waste it. He still has great uses for this thatch.

It's just because the Qingque tribe has too many things to do, and it took until now to get a manpower to do it.

The thatch is golden yellow, and after standing on the ground and colliding with each other, there is a sound of "beep, beep, beep, beep".

Those who were arranged by Han Cheng to harvest thatch were people who often harvested grass. After doing one thing for a long time, they became very familiar with using stone scythes to harvest things.